did you know
that an atom
is a galaxy?
the nucleus, dense with balancing
neutrons and humming with
protons, is an infinitesimal star.
and swelling around it, like nebula gasses
or hurling, erratic planets
are electrons, trapped in the pull
of the star.
i realized the beauty of this
not so long ago;
this parallel tickled me,
and i thought it funny
how the universe repeats itself
and over again,
but we don't seem to notice.
we carry on, twisting ourselves into
material anxieties and long work days and arguments and frustrations and dark cold nights
but breathe, please, and slow down
for what i am about to tell you
(what i discovered about myself)
can only be told through one voice,
and scientific jargon
and a stiff back
cannot do this justice.
because even though there are not enough metaphors
and similes and rhymes and variations of meter and parallel
structure to describe the overwhelming beauty of this
poetry, my friend,
is the closest way to reach it
(but the truest way to achieve
total understanding of this beauty
is to see it in yourself.)
is a galaxy,
a shaking, thundering foundation that's so small
we hardly feel it there,
as electron planets and asteroids
hurl from star to star,
and buzzing gasses
whisper against each other, share their
and in between the dense, pulsing star and the
whirring planets and asteroids is
gaping, yawning space
long stretches of deathly silence
but galaxies, if you have enough of them,
create one unified verse,
one melody whose euphonious
vibrations trill and thum and throb,
one singing heart whose voice
is no more than a mere murmur against our ears, and yet,
to the fabric of space-time,
it is the loudest victory cry,
the sounds of collisions
and fusions and pitching electrons and the rumbling bass of the nuclei
are the basis of an orchestra with no equal.
this unified verse wails and wails and wails
beaming with pride
of its mere existence.
did you know
that an atom
is a galaxy?
and if you have enough galaxies
you can create a unified verse.
i have some good news for you, my friend.
are made of about
(give or take a few)
(that's seven followed by twenty-seven zeros, by the way)
and that means
are made of seven billion billion billion galaxies
and because you
are made of seven billion billion billion galaxies,
are a universe.
now i want you
to revel in your beauty,
because i'm sure you've seen some galaxies already.
their grandeur, the awe they inspire, their fiery pride that
instills some fearful respect in your heart when you feel small,
and their impossible colors that they present against a dark,
are made up of the sounds of collisions,
of fusions and electrons slinging through empty space against the
rumbling bass of nuclei and you
are the result of an orchestra with no equal.
your unified verse
wails and wails and wails and screams with pride
of your mere existence.
and just think,
how amazing it is to be a universe
that shares so intimately a space
with other universes,
about seven billion other universes, in fact
(give or take a few.)
and it's not just one kind of universe,
it's the tree universes that share so intimately the ground
that intertwine their roots with each other like laced fingers;
it's the cloud universes that seem to melt away against the sky or rumble
you to the bone like the bass of trillions of trillions of nuclei;
it's the flowing air universe that we occupy every day, it's the flowing air universe
that we move with our very breath, creating waves like the way the
ocean universe lurches forwards and crashes against the
it's the universe
that many other universes also occupy,
it's the home of the star universes, the moon universes, the nebula universes, the
so it is not just you
you are part of an overwhelming chorus
that every person and plant and animal and great shining star
harmonizes with, you are part of the sound
that lets every single thing know
and this, my friend,
is what it means to be a poet.
without poetry i could never describe to you
the outstanding honor and
beauty it is to
A/N: Thank you for reading. Pictured with this poem is actually Earth, with the position of every known piece of space debris that has orbited it.